D’doau was the first. He was in art school. D’doau was tired of the same sound he heard every day. He picked up the cowbell as a joke and soon he was opening for his friend Ian’s band. That’s how he met Ankle one night. The two of them got in a fight with some herbivores and made it home in one piece. The next day they had a little jam session.

Ankle knew a passenger pigeon, but that didn’t work out, so they had to go with Primi G. That first album got great reviews, but terrible sales. It didn’t last long after that.

D’doau wanted a solo career as a vocalist and got a slot at a Vegas casino. Ankle started experimenting with tape loops and moved into production. Primi G let the fame go to his head and overdosed in a tar pit bathroom a year after it all fell apart.

They still have a legacy, though. Just last month a Manatee, a Chinese River Dolphin and an Iowa Pleistocene Snail got together to try it themselves. You know what they say. As long as someone remembers, you’re never really gone.

This shirt was designed by: Julia Sonmi Heglund, who, like the noble mammoth, has an exciting side career as a tambourinest… tambourina… tambourinssimo… she plays in a band. Julia warns that “All percussive bands are always doomed for extinction!”

Wear this shirt: when you drive your kids to an all-ages show. They’re gonna make you sit in the car anyway, you might as well have fun with it.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re Iggy Pop. First, because you’re immortal so it doesn’t apply, and second, because you don’t wear shirts.

This shirt tells the world: “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may because one day you’re going to hear Arcade Fire on an oldies station and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

We call this color: Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker & Jack Bruce. If you don’t get that, paste it into Google and get off our lawn.

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